Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Unaware of Koa’s struggles, hardships, or lack thereof, Melita often traversed the world with the suspicion that others had gone through all sorts of trauma. Caido had plenty to offer, and those Outlanders, like herself, often came with their own brands of baggage. But she didn’t hold it against anyone either on having a better life, so when her gaze met his sheepish one, she shrugged, unbothered.
The sales pitch baffled her though, the shock and surprise clear as day on her face. “Oh – I uh…never thought about it, honestly.” The Dragoons seemed stuffy, purpose and goal driven. Melita flew through life by embers, fire, and poor impulse control, often abandoning logic for action and violence. “Not sure how they’d feel about my abilities either.” Shoot first, ask questions later kind of deal.
Stormbreak itself was a whole notion of hesitation and apprehension anyway.
She’d never heard of his other tactics, but swords and bows were up her alley. “I’m pretty decent with the bow, staff, daggers…,” listing them off on her fingers. She might’ve continued had the aforementioned dragon not shown up, and all her attention dissipated solely to Pipsqueak, and then her own companions.
Pip seemed to be wild and untamed, and therefore, favored by the Honeybee. “Hello,” she offered with a widened grin, before snagging at Sila (who’d already begun to curl back into her arms). “This is Sila,” pointing to her own lizard. “And Fangorn,” vampire gourd extraordinaire.
The sales pitch baffled her though, the shock and surprise clear as day on her face. “Oh – I uh…never thought about it, honestly.” The Dragoons seemed stuffy, purpose and goal driven. Melita flew through life by embers, fire, and poor impulse control, often abandoning logic for action and violence. “Not sure how they’d feel about my abilities either.” Shoot first, ask questions later kind of deal.
Stormbreak itself was a whole notion of hesitation and apprehension anyway.
She’d never heard of his other tactics, but swords and bows were up her alley. “I’m pretty decent with the bow, staff, daggers…,” listing them off on her fingers. She might’ve continued had the aforementioned dragon not shown up, and all her attention dissipated solely to Pipsqueak, and then her own companions.
Pip seemed to be wild and untamed, and therefore, favored by the Honeybee. “Hello,” she offered with a widened grin, before snagging at Sila (who’d already begun to curl back into her arms). “This is Sila,” pointing to her own lizard. “And Fangorn,” vampire gourd extraordinaire.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
